I complain ENDLESSLY about the length of time and the amount of effort it takes to get to Rome from Montpellier. But, a confession must be made:

I love every single second of it.

Know why? Because I’m travelling.

I love being dazzled by the real-life movie live streaming past my train window.

Out of the train window

I love looking out for my favorite “moments” during the trip, where a stunning landscape is revealed. It makes my heart skip a beat.

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